Sweet Jean ( h.s) || Translation

Prologue

And there I was, as a mere custom to face the white walls of my psychologist, while talking about my Jean. I started a therapy, because everyone thought right for me. Since I went into a deep depression, they said. My family does not know the difference between depression and love. They said they already owed me have forgotten my Jean. But they do not think like me. I know the love I feel for her, this kind of love only happens once in a lifetime. So I dare not miss it. I moved my gaze to the portrait of Marilyn Monroe printed on the wall.

- Do you like it? Peguntei to my psychologist who moved to his place.

- Yes, but it was not me who put it there. My wife who decorated my office! He replied arranging the whiskers. I returned my gaze to my jeans and my boots worn.

- As you walk the relationship between you and Jean? Asked sipping his coffee.

- Are you all right! Removing the fact not to see the two weeks. Said entwining my fingers.

- Look Mr. Styles, I think you should perhaps leave you her go. And even if thou be so special, do not worry it will return to your arms! Assured me smiling. But know the smiles that psychologists show. They try to ensure that all will be well, but in the background are thinking, "This guy you're a goner."

- I can not! I whispered and followed it let out a long sigh.

- Why can not you? Asked lowering his glasses.

- She's in love with me! But is afraid to not be the same Jean! I told him saddened. It hurt me deeply.

- When she told you that? Peguntou crossing his arms.

- The night we made love! Said embarrassed. Jean told me he was in love with me, but were unsure because I was afraid of not being the same girl.

- I know how you are! In the situation in which she finds are very difficult. But perhaps the fault is yours. Secured similar to that discovered the identity of a murderer.

- My? I asked confused. I did everything to get my girl, as everyone wanted to steal it from me.

- Yes, maybe not the left holds the relationship the two of you should perhaps have repeated this simple phrase: "You were not." He concluded. Then I noticed that I had repeated dozens of times this phrase to it. The fault was mine. The fault was mine to lose the love of my life. Only mine! It destroyed me. I love her.

- Maybe you should call! Suggested my psychologist, Dr. Richard Smith. I nodded.

- Maybe you should. I told him and he smiled.

I should recover my girl, should leave it quiet in relation to both of us. Nothing but care unless retrieve it. My girl! I could not miss my sweet Jean.

Hi girls, new fic. Face if you like a deep fic and read Jean Sweet! I know you must be very confused. Who is this such Jean? What she is special? Then you will see. We get confused is well written, I'm trying to adapt there for the Portuguese Pt. So if you have any questions about a word I say. And I can only post next year! Kisses, I'm going to the beach girls !! And I wish all a happy new year, may God bless them. And when you read not forget to vote, just for me to be aware of who read and follow. XxMary || Hello these are the notes of the author !! I found it interesting post there!